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A Poem by eena
wave the day by like it's
lost smoke, burning tobacco;
I've got a monopoly on my own mind
and it's high time
I acted like it.
I'm pretty sure th..
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A Poem by eena
I just thought it'd look pretty
jarred up on a kitchen shelf
catching the light
and throwing it back out
to anyone out of their mind enough to not..
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A Poem by eena
it's either
I'm going to learn latin
or sleep for the nextsix months
or so
if I ever hope to make it out of this one
still sort of kind of breath..
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A Poem by eena
solid andsitting on a shelf,with marionette hands.nah man,the puppeteerdon't really come around hereno more.I think I got a glitch in my bloodstream,m..
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A Poem by eena
he wants towatch me paint in the living roomintrepid little fingersbloomhere comes the ink splotsand my baby toeslike to line summertime up i..
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A Poem by eena
you're like thathalf bottle of vodka left over,sitting in the topof your dresser drawer;yeah, your pocket's poorbut your hands are sorich rich r..
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A Poem by eena
you are the flip in my fingers,the find me in your wordsand speak softly speaklike a steady breath in a lapse of the world.waterfall loveall over me,t..
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A Poem by eena
every morning
without fail,
without cordiality,
6:12 will catch me groggy and a
little perplexed at the soft
silver light
that only happens th..
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A Poem by eena
I'm a slacker-take up August half-way throughand tell myself it's just thatI'm busy;but it's just thatI'm feigning sleep for a few more minutes,I'm cl..
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